I read this in college over 20 years ago, before I had received an even decent blow job. Though the details of the story had smeared away in my memory, that single page with Kathy staring at me saying “remember me” remained indelibly.

I don’t understand why people draw like this on purpose. Clearly somebody likes it, and I assume they are decent folks who love their mothers, but I really don’t grasp the appeal in trying to draw like a mentally disturbed nine-year-old.

This looks like one of the stories that was published in Real Smut, the Eros Comix offshoot of Real Stuff where Eichhorn put all of his stories that had explicit sexual content. They’re pretty good, too–not so much porn (although Eros does plenty of that, too–the imprint kept its parent company, Fantagraphics, from going out of business after a devastating lawsuit nearly bankrupted them) as just autobiography that had sex in it, some stories funny, some sad, some quite disgusting, some all of the above.